The Sentinels for your vulgar delectation

to his surprise, raven did not immediately exclaim that she wished to be taken back to the caldera. she showed some hesitation, which caused some wonderment in the man. perhaps the land for which peregrine had abandoned the plateau had not been so pleasant as he first assumed. no matter. raven was here now, and so his focus was given over wholly to the girl. 

sensing that the subject was an uncomfortable one for the ebon child, lasher nodded. "of course," he murmured softly, and decided that to be the end of their conversing on the matter. though aria had given up the trade, donnelaith now had three healers. he considered spreading the word of this, for much could be gotten in trade for the skills of a talented herbal worker. perhaps when eilidh and raven had grown more comfortable in their craft would he do so.

"recently, blue willow and casmir were called to the coast to attend another pack who was not in possession of a healer. a woman there had been attacked by a puma, and torn badly. she was mended, but i do not know how she fares now. had you been in attendance also, what herbs would you have brought to clean and dress the wounds?" lasher's tone was light-hearted as he queried raven, revealing to the child that he expected nothing of her, only to know how she might respond.

they spoke for some time before fading into a comfortable silence, and soon took fond leave of one another.